It was a hobby that slowly grew into an obsession. I kept re-reading the news THX posted over and over again in my head. Even heroin wasn’t this addictive. It was raining as I got into the cab which took over ten minutes to hail down. I kept imagining scenarios where I’d be robbed or perhaps even killed.

I tried to stay calm. Looking out of the windows I couldn’t help but think of plots and backstories for everything I saw. This carried on all the way until we got there. My bill was just over $10, 24 cents over to be exact. I’d never been so giddy parting with my own money before.

I took a second to compose myself and burst through the gates of heaven. People were standing around in small groups or even alone, writing on netbooks or iPads. The other geeks were updating their twitter. No more than 7 people. I was deflated, defeated by my own anticipation. I retreated into the bar and saw a sign.

“The first 1024 shots are free. But no more than that!”

I think I’ll participate in this challenge.